#/ * ooc: this is very bland im a bit rusty

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      IT HAD TAKEN kyra no time at all to sail from storms end to sunspear, her own ship had lead the baratheon fleet and eilee’s breath crested in the pale shores of the capital of dorne.   kyra felt quite at home in dorne, having spent the last near-decade traveling the dornish-tarth trade routes.    she had witnessed the changes, some of the new structures erected over the years, and was as comfortable as she was in storms end.    the storm queen already had a dornish wardrobe ready; comfortable and light with colours of sapphire and pale blues of the oceans, accented with the gold of the baratheon banners of her husband.      she walked with confidence down the familiar streets, happy to leave her men  and women to set up the baratheon keep under the sharp eyes of their king.   the sun was high and strong in the sky, beating down relentlessly as she paused to look at a market stall that was selling fans of various shades.